Elucidating Questions

Painting it black beneath it is still red and bleeding. They say the pinks when the white gets in but they say cover it up

Doesn’t understand what this means, but it doesn’t matter in the end.

So we changed the writing, to who to write for. Because when it doesn’t make sense anymore,

The weary and left behind, continues with the pain,

And is called the weak one.

The unaffected, the don’t care and continue

Every day, how could I reverse it to make it seem as though,

It was my fault this nothing even though

They say the more pain the better and you grow harder,

You only grow harder when you don’t love

And this curse is quite simply, that I cannot

And it never ends

I love people and they don’t love me.